Whether it was stealing his Dao Fruit, or joining forces with Young Lord Skyfox and Jun Dingtian to severely wound Hua Menghan and leave her whereabouts unknown, every single matter had touched his reverse scale.
The three had long since made it onto his kill list. Aside from Jun Dingtian, whose whereabouts were unknown, Young Lord Skyfox had already been slain. That left only Young Lord Ghost Luck.
Though he had some doubts, he had absolute confidence in himself. He might not have been invincible beneath the heavens, but as far as protecting himself went, he had more than enough ability.
He followed the various pieces of information he had obtained about Young Lord Ghost Luck and rushed over directly.
Yet things did not go as smoothly as he had imagined. Young Lord Ghost Luck was extremely cunning and had made him come up empty-handed several times. Ye Xiwen had not made a big fuss either; everything proceeded silently.
As far as the entire God Tomb was concerned, storms still raged, and no one noticed the existence of these two people at all.
Too many experts had gathered within the God Tomb. Many had been famous throughout the world for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years. Compared to those old-timers and ancient relics, both Ye Xiwen and Young Lord Ghost Luck were still far too green.
Those old fossils who had become famous thousands or tens of thousands of years ago would not even spare these juniors a proper glance. In this world, age often represented absolute strength and authority.
"Young Lord Ghost Luck, obediently hand over the secret art of your Ghost Luck Clan. Otherwise, today, you will die without a burial place!"
Several formidable Myth Realm Experts appeared before Young Lord Ghost Luck. His Ghost Luck Clan's